Classic Poem

Maid Marjory sits at the castle gate:
With groans and sighs
She weeps and cries:
Her grief it is great.
Her father asks, “Daughter, what is your woe?
Seek you a husband or lord I trow?”
“Let husbands be.
Give my love to me,
Who pines in the dungeon dark below.”

“I' faith, my daughter, thou'll long want him;
For he hangs to-morrow when dawn is dim.”

“Then bury my corpse at the gallows' feet;
And men will say they were true lovers sweet.”